The darkest corner

The darkest corner

Hiding in the darkest corner of my mind is the naughty side of me, within it lives my fantasies grow, where my desires are running free

Scenarios and outfits, the stuff of likes my poetry is made, from gentle bits of romance to hard core of the highest grade

Flogging's and dress up, lingerie and stalking in the wood, everything imaginable to make my kinky sex life good

Girls of all shapes and sizes, different colours of their skin, everyone of them were so beautiful, everyone made for my kinky sin

Sometimes they're tied up, sometimes I've got them on the floor, sometimes they act like virgins, sometimes they act like a slutty whore

Nights of wild passion, where our desires fires are burning bright, or slow gentle making love, where we kiss and hug all night

Deep in the darkest corner, where my dreams are turned to rhyme, its where my imagination lives, its where I write from all the time

Ron